For the heart rules and the head makes it so…
Read more →
In this dream I had of life from the cradle to the grave…
Harsh hand and word strike, Abuse grows the heart fonder Of their attention. Giuseppe Gillespie – December 2021
A night spent alone walking by the windswept canal…
Glowsticks and glitter, Bodies swaying in strobe light. The beat mimics heart. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
©2024 Giuseppe Gillespie